Dear World of Wonder,
Yeah, well. I’ve been meaning to email WOW for a long time now, so now I’m emailing you.
Firstly, thank you, World of Wonder, for existing. If you didn’t exist, there wouldn’t be a WOW Report, or a St. James version, or Party Monster, and I would feel empty and I would probably have died by now. Don’t take that seriously. No, wait. DO take that seriously, because it’s probably true.
And THANK YOU, whoever is reading this email, for being part of World of Wonder. You are obviously cool because you work at WOW. And WOW is cool. And there aren’t many really crazily cool things in America. They’re very limited, in fact! So. Yeah. Thank you for being cool.
Thank you, World of Wonder, for being so intelligent and brilliant and amazing. Intelligence is very limited, as well as Crazy-Coolness. Thank you so fucking much for creating the WOW Report, which is the first website I visit when I open Safari on my computer. Now, see, I’m a Live-Journal addict. And you come before Live Journal. That means I love you.
Yes, yes. I love WOW! I love WOW! (Notice the increase in excitement as I keep writing this. I am jumping around: “I love WOW! I love WOW!”)
So whoever is still reading this, please tell everyone that a little WOW fan named Shoy loves them. Because I do! I love everyone at WOW. Probably.
Love love love,
Your (probably) one and only 12-year-old fan, Shoy.